Page 8 of Forced Proximity
In the beginning, being a Texas State Representative had been a means to an end. Get the person that was responsible for my son’s torture and get out.
Well, I got the person responsible—and ridded the world of a violent predator—but I found myself staying.
Not because I wanted to be in politics—I’d rather have my left nut amputated—but because no one else was fixing this place, it might as well be me.
And, the bonus part was that I got to breathe here, even if it felt like I couldn’t sleep with my eyes closed.
One bad part about not having my club around me was that I never quite felt safe enough to let go.
If you let go here, you were swallowed whole.
I got into my car and was heading out into traffic back to my place when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Brother.” Webber’s deep drawl filled my car. “When are you coming home?”
I hesitated.
I hadn’t planned on coming home.
There were things to do here, and happiness to avoid…
“What do you need?”
There was a long pause and then, “Why aren’t you coming home, Finnian?”
Ruh-roh. He’d real-named me.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“How about you make it tonight?”
“I can make it tonight if you need me to make it tonight.”
There was a pause and then, “It needs to be tonight.”
I cursed. “What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain when you get here.”
Fuck.
Three
I seized the day, but I forgot to lift with my knees, so I also seized my back.
—Dru’s secret thoughts
DRU
I dropped my car off at the rental agency and hoofed it inside, hoping that I would make it on time and knowing I probably wouldn’t.
I didn’t know what I was thinking driving around that long, angry beyond belief. But since I had, I was now possibly going to miss my flight.
I had a little over fifteen minutes until the plane boarded, and I still had to get through security.
When I saw the security line, however, I knew that not even TSA Pre-Check would get me through in time for takeoff.
